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Her tears trickle deep
Within her flooded soul
While the drops change red as her only console
She wants what she cannot have
And all that she has is time
This she will never know
For now, the shortest reach to peace
exists in her longest dreams
So she presses her lashes against her pillow tight
and dreams for hours her sorrow out of the night
As her eyes flutter she is not alone
But she'll never discover the others just like her
For change comes too slow
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